and piled far in the stern of the boat,
until at last, to her immense relief, she saw the bow rise gently from
the mud of the bank and the stern drift slowly with the current until
it again lodged a few feet farther down-stream.
Jane found that by running back and forth between the bow and stern she
could alternately raise and lower each end of the boat as she shifted
her weight from one end to the other, with the result that each time
she leaped to the stern the canoe moved a few inches farther into the
As the success of her plan approached more closely to fruition she
became so wrapped in her efforts that she failed to note the figure of
a man standing beneath a huge tree at the edge of the jungle from which
he had just emerged.
He watched her and her labours with a cruel and malicious grin upon his
The boat at last became so nearly free of the retarding mud and of the
bank that Jane felt positive that she could pole it off into deeper
water with one of the paddles which lay in the bottom of the rude
craft. With this end in view she seized upon one of these implements
and had just plunged it into the river bottom close to the shore when
her eyes happened to rise to the edge of the jungle.
As her gaze fell upon the figure of the man a little cry of terror rose
to her lips. It was Rokoff.
He was running toward her now and shouting to her to wait or he would
shoot--though as he was entirely unarmed it was difficult to discover just
how he intended making good his threat.
Jane Clayton knew nothing of the various misfortunes that had befallen
the Russian since she had escaped from his tent, so she believed that
his followers must be close at hand.
However, she had no intention of falling again into the man's clutches.
She would rather die at once than that that should happen to her.
Another minute and the boat would be free.
Once in the current of the river she would be beyond Rokoff's power to
stop her, for there was no other boat upon the shore, and no man, and
certainly not the cowardly Rokoff, would dare to attempt to swim the
crocodile-infested water in an effort to overtake her.
Rokoff, on his part, was bent more upon escape than aught else. He
would gladly have forgone any designs he might have
Just when submarine activities ended we do not know but the last vessel of this type sighted by a Pan-American merchantman was the huge Q 138, which discharged twenty-nine torpedoes at a Brazilian tank steamer off the Bermudas in the fall of 1972.Page 7
closer and closer to those stupendous waves.Page 8
For twenty minutes the Coldwater bucked the great seas with her three engines.Page 10
Johnson," I said.Page 12
It has been determined at latitude fifty degrees seven minutes north, longitude twenty degrees sixteen minutes west.Page 15
"We are doomed, Snider, to die far from home and without ever again looking upon the face of another fellow countryman than those who sit here now in this boat.Page 24
Each of us was armed with rifle, revolver, and cutlass, but as we stood shoulder to shoulder facing the wild men I was loath to give the command to fire upon them, inflicting death or suffering upon strangers with whom we had no quarrel, and so I attempted to restrain them for the moment that we might parley with them.Page 25
These people living at the very seat of the Great War knew nothing of it, though but two centuries had passed since, to our knowledge, it had been running in the height of its titanic frightfulness all about them, and to us upon the far side of the Atlantic still was a subject of keen interest.Page 33
They came upon the water, and under the water, and even in the air.Page 34
The learned professor assumes that while a long-continued war had strengthened rather than weakened the instinct of paternal devotion, it had also dulled other humanitarian instincts, and raised to the first magnitude the law of the survival of the fittest, with the result that when the exodus took place the strong, the intelligent, and the cunning, together with their offspring, crossed the waters of the Channel or the North Sea to the continent, leaving in unhappy England only the helpless inmates of asylums for the feebleminded and insane.Page 43
One of the fellows stopped and severed the bonds that held my ankles.Page 44
It was rather long, and I recall only a portion of it, which ran, if my memory serves me, somewhat as follows: Lord of Grabritin, we Fall on our knees to thee, This gift to bring.Page 46
She nodded, but I could see through all her brave front that she was frightened at the thought.Page 47
" "Then we shall take refuge in the Camp of the Lions," I said.Page 48
The temptation to enter was too great.Page 52
Some of the entries had been dated.Page 57
thing you call rifle stunned her," she explained, "and then I swam in close enough to get my knife into her heart.Page 59
of an enemy, but a moment later he recognized me, and was coming rapidly to meet us.Page 62
And yet, to be honest, I was doing both.Page 68
With powerful strokes we swam out in the path of the oncoming launch.